 | Latest Poem: Moths. |
| since the days of heat I have had visitations of moths â just after I lay down in sleep I hear them â strumming. they knock about the black room â like a dream looking for a possible light. I kill them. there is a makeshift grave beside the wall where their dusty insect bodies fall. |
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 | Poem Category: Wildlife |
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Moths. by selftitled (Oct. 19) |
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